Moondance Alexander Page #2

- Moondance!

- Come on. Let's do it again.

Moondance! Young lady,

what do you think you're doing?

Um, nothing. Just going

for a little workout.

No, you're not!

Get down off that horse right now!

- But, Mom, can't-

- Moondance Alexander, this is not your horse.

Now get off.

I'm not gonna tell you again!

- Why are you freaking out?

- I just saw you flying through

the air like Wonder Woman.

I mean, thank goodness you're not hurt.

You're not hurt, are you?

- No!

- Look, honey, you don't know this horse.

He-He could have

trampled you to death...

and goodness knows whatever else

a wild animal like this is capable of.

- Checkers isn't wild.

- Checkers?

I-I named him... temporarily.

Mr. McClancy is here

to get the horse.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- That's all right.

I guess all good things

must come to an end.

No. Come on, Checkers.

Hi there.

- Well, I take it, uh, this is the escape artist, huh?

- Yes, sir.

Well, good thing you caught him.

No telling what kind of trouble he'd gotten into.

Who's he belong to, Buck?

A guy over at, uh,

Tumbleweed Stables.

Would you mind if l went

with you to drop him off?

I think you have that delivery

to make this morning.

Oh, right.

I'm sorry about that, Mr. McClancy.

Well, that's all right. You can make it

up to me if you help me load the horse.

Yeah. I'd like that.

Come on, Checkers.

- Well, that does it.

- Thanks again for everything, Buck.

No problem.

No problem at all.

Bye, Checkers.

Don't worry, honey. We'll find something fun

for you to do this summer.

Sure, Mom.

Oh, well, this is just perfect.

Tumbleweed Stables?

No way!

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Checkers?

How are you?

They got you locked up, don't they?

Well, can't say that I blame them.

- Who are you? What do you want?

- Oh, um, I'm the one who-

- Speak up.

- Well, I-m-I'm-

- I'm trying.

- You're trespassing.

You know that, don't you?

I'm the one who found your horse.

You found my horse?

Yes, sir. Um, I was just coming by to check

and make sure that he's okay.

He's fine.

Right. Well...

I can see that.

Can I ask you what his name is?

- Tinkerbell.

- Tinkerbell? But... he's a boy.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I was wondering.

How did he get out?

That's for me to worry about.

Okay. I guess I'll be leaving then.

Can I ask you just one more thing?

What?

Do you need any help

around this place?

- I mean, I was looking for a second summer job.

- I'm not hiring.

Right. Well, you don't

have to pay me.

- How about a trade?

- What kind oftrade?

I could clean out the stalls

and feed the horses...

and in exchange, you can

let me ride... Tinkerbell.

What's your name?

Moondance Alexander.

Hmm. Good name.

Thanks. Nobody's ever said that before.

Well, except my mother.

I'm Dante Longpre.

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Longpre.

So, what do you say?

Is it a good trade?

Sorry.

Well, is- is that a ''no'?

- I'm thinking.

- Right! No. You-You think.

Check that out.

It was off the wall.

Loved it.

Nice pants.

You know, Moondance, we do have

this new thing called dry cleaning.

- I had an accident.

- That's more than we needed to know.

I'm just curious. Do you ever look in the mirror

before you leave the house in the morning?

I- I never really thought about it.

- You should try it sometime.

- Yeah, it's actually offensive...

that we have to experience

your fashion disasters on a daily basis.

Well, then- then don't look.

- Like we have a choice.

- Whatever.

Oh, my God.

That is such a great shot.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, I gotta get this.

Freddie, you're such an oaf!

This is going straight

on the Internet.

Hey! Megan, Fiona, check this out.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry.

Well, it looks like you ate it.

Yeah. It- It was really intense.

- What happened?

- I hit a rock.

- Oh.

- Yeah, guess it's really stupid, huh?

Nah. You're bleeding.

I am? Oh, yeah, I am, I guess.

I got this skateboarding yesterday.

- Oh, that looks like it really hurts.

- Ah, no biggie.

Right.

'Kay. Well, see you around.

Yeah. I'll-

I'll see you, Josh.

Well, what do we have here?

- Do you think you can fix it?

- Oh, I don't know.

Looks pretty serious.

- I think I can fix it.

- Thanks.

I'm working on some really big plans for

this summer. So I need to be pretty mobile.

- Oh, big, huh?

- Yeah.

- There's just one more hurdle I have to get over.

- Well, what's that?

- My mother.

- Oh.

Mom, I need you to put down your paint brushes

and just breathe for a second.

Moondance, I have

a class in five minutes.

Well, then clear your chi

or cleanse your chakra...

or whatever it is that you have to do

to have a fresh perspective.

Mom, please.

Okay, I'm as ready as I can be

on such short notice.

Okay. I'm going to clean stalls

and work around the barn for Mr. Longpre...

and in exchange he's going

to let me ride Tinkerbell.

I'm sorry. Can you run that by me again?

Who's Mr. Longpre?

He's the owner

of Tumbleweed Stables.

Well, what were you doing there? I thought

you had that delivery to make this morning.

Yeah, and I did.

That's how I found the place.

See, all I need is

to have your permission.

- Who's Tinkerbell?

- That's Checkers.

- Moondance.

- Mom, please. Think about it.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime

opportunity.

I mean, it'll help me build

valuable life skills.

- Cleaning stalls?

- It'll help build my character.

I think your character is big enough.

Oh, and it'll teach me humility.

Oh, you know what?

You just stop quoting me.

- What about your job with Mr. McClancy?

- Well, I can do both.

Before I say anything,

I want to meet this Mr. Longpre.

Great! Thank you.

We can go after your class. Thank you, Mom!

So, Mr. Longpre...

what exactly do you expect

from my daughter?

- Mom, I already told you-

- Excuse me.

I would like to hear it from Mr. Longpre.

- What time do you want her

to start in the morning?

Did you hear that, Moondance?

She's really not a morning person.

I am too.

Well, I will be for this.

And I don't want any of

your noisy friends around here.

- No problem there. Don't have any.

- Well, that's not true.

Yes, it is.

Mom, come on.

It's time that you face reality.

Anyway, about her riding,

I really must insist that she wears a helmet.

And I don't want her doing

anything crazy when no one's here.

- Mom, I don't need a baby sitter.

- And about that horse.

Is there something you can do

to settle it down before she gets on it?

The two of them were just tearing around

our yard like maniacs this morning.

Look, I don't need

your daughter's help.

She came to me,

she asked for a fair trade.

I agreed. She works hard,

she gets to ride.

And that's all I expect out of her.

Here.

You can borrow this.

Well, um, great.

That's- That's all I needed to know.

Well, here you go. I thought I'd jazz up

our veggie burgers with soy cheese.

What I would give for a Big Mac right now.

Well, you used to let me eat them.

Well, that's before I saw Super Size Me.

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